Charles Bukowski--Michael Marrotti
Robert Frost--Cindy Leino-Worrell
Rainer Maria Rilke--Bill Santos
Gary Snyder--Michael Moses
Tell Us Your Favorite Poet
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Eugene Ruggles--Don Hagelberg
Emily Dickinson--Meryl Stratford
Walt Whitman-- John Arndt
T.S. Eliot--Eve Gaal
Dorianne Laux--Francine Witte
e.e. cummings--Eric Gruber
Allen Ginsberg--Leonard Cararra
John Keats--Michael Malach
Your Favorite Lines
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Nations are destroyed, or flourish, in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish!-- William Blake, Submitted by Jonathan Rose
In the dream i was
like zelda with 5
boys to choose from
a bee between many
flowers with phone
- Lyn Lifshin, Dream
Submitted by Daniel De Culla
What I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled – to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world…. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing – that the light is everything …. And I do. --Mary Oliver
Submitted by Sally Naylor
A man comes this far without courage until he opens himself to find a door between two winds, facing a space that's draining, that he's come nowhere, and unable to close.
Submitted by Don Hagelberg
Must I stand out in thunder-storms again Who have twice come in from the cold?
-- Derek Mahon
Submitted by Patricia Whiting
I should have been a pair of ragged claws/Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
Submitted by Eve Gaal
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
-- Thomas Tranströmer
Submitted by kerry rawlinson
The mind must set itself up
wherever it goes and it would
be most convenient to impose
its old rooms - just tack them up like an interior tent.
Submitted by Laura Pena
o little lost poet with/many fine doctors and one celestial pillow.
from "The Book of Madness" by David Fisher
Submitted by David Chorlton
Goodbye to the long-tire-black tarmac sweeping like rain down endless scalding cups of earliest fresh morning coffee.
-- Andrew Glaze
Submitted by Jonathan Rose
Forever -- is composed of Nows
-- Emily Dickinson
Submitted by Meryl Stratford
Tonight I write the saddest lines.
-- Pablo Neruda
Submitted by Barbra Nightingale
Do not allow it to freeze still, perceive the delicate rotation of the slightly titled earth.
-- Vladimir Nabokov
Submitted by Sebastian Taylor
History is written by assassins
-- David Kowalczyk
Submitted by David Kowalczyk
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Submitted by Cynthia Brackett-Vincent
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up.
-- Shane Koyczan
Submitted by Mariah E. Wilson
It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there
-- William Carlos Williams.
Submitted by Neil Silberblatt
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
-- Edgar Allen Poe
Submitted by Jonathan Rose
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.
-- Margaret Atwood
Submitted by Janet Bohac